What is the source of all this pain that you've been dishing.
Could they be lies that maybe you've been fed.
Consider well the kind of stream where you've been fishing.
I'm like a book that is waiting to be read.

CHORUS:

You never know, baby, you never know, baby
You never know, baby, you never know.
You judge a soul by a lie that was told, baby
You never know baby, you never know.